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Chapter 12: That bitch is dead šŸ„€

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Chapter 12: That bitch is dead šŸ„€

ā€œNo!!ā€ Jessica roared, smashing the phone against the wall. A web of cracks exploded across the screen, scattering shards of glass.

ā€œNo! I’m only imagining things. What I heard isn’t real—it’s just the drugs,ā€ she muttered, clutching her head as if to physically hold her thoughts together.

Stumbling out of the shower, she yanked open the drawer and reached for her pills. They were her only refuge when she felt this overwhelmed, this terrified. With trembl
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